A proper chicken recipe can be the perfect foil to the anxiety of choice – simple and affordable but with all the flavor and decadence of haute cuisine. For this post, I chose Poulet Gaston Gerard, a quintessentially French comfort dish with a charming, but inelegant origin story born from setback and recovery. I’d say it’s perfect for any volatile economic climate when you want to pretend that everything is fine.
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not by bread alone…
I went to Colorado again; I spoiled myself among the green mountains, crystal lakes and wildflower valleys again; and yes, Louise and I were at it again.
about that Sunday sauce…
No secret, I unabashedly adore Italian cuisine – I can’t wait to eat my way through to Italy again one day. Also, I have already pre-planned my earthly exit to include a week-long rager of olive oil, garlic, cheese and pasta. Wine will be served.
Aruban beer was the one thing I didn’t know I needed…
…so naturally I’m going to talk all about Thailand. Sometimes as a recipe or life unfolds, I can feel my next post write itself in real time. Not this month. Lately I haven’t spent a lot of time in the kitchen so that space has been back-filled with a collage of oddly-matched ideas, exchanges andContinue reading “Aruban beer was the one thing I didn’t know I needed…”
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